The late November flight to the island of Cuba slowly ascended into the late evening sky, leaving Newark International Airport safely behind them. Maria Cruz shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the New Jersey lights below distanced itself from them as the plane climbed. She dreaded going back to her homeland that she fled just last year, escaping the communist rule, especially after all the crimes she had committed.
Special agent Annamaria Fuentes admired the lit New York skyline through the window, the handcuff dangling from her wrist, securely fastened to the restless woman sitting next to her. The immigration officer barely noticed the uneasiness of her prisoner, she just leaned her seat back, attempting to get more comfortable. She closed her eyes, thinking about how this was to be her last trip she would have to make, last time she would have to escort any criminal back to their place of origin; she smiled.
“Excuse me,” asked the stewardess, as the seatbelt sign went off with a small ‘ding’. “Can I get you ladies anything?” The pleasant woman never noticed the matching chrome bracelets that dangled from their wrists; she assumed that they were traveling companions, as she gave them each a bag of peanuts.
“Um,” the captive Maria started to say, only to be cut off by the gruff agent Fuentes.
“I’ll have a coke, thanks,” she said flatly, with no enthusiasm in her voice. The flight attendant politely nodded and looked over at Maria to see what she wanted.
“Um, me too,” Maria said softly. The stewardess smiled, her badge flashing the name ‘Tina’, turned and went back forward up the plane. The flight was quite empty at this hour, with very few passengers scattered about, all of which were seated in front of the two attached women.
“Make this trip a lot?” Ms Cruz asked, hoping to make this as pleasant as possible. Agent Fuentes slowly turned her head, full of attitude, to answer.
“Too many times. I hate your country!” She said as she sat back up, tossing the packages of peanuts into the pouch on the back of the seat that was between them. “Thankfully it’ll be my last time.” The flight attendant returned with the two cokes, and two glasses with ice. “I’m leaving the bureau...”
“Oh? What are you going to do?”
“My father finally passed away, in Spain, and left me a fortune. I’m going to do some proper traveling for a while. Why the hell am I telling you this?” Agent Fuentes shook her head angrily, and poured some of the cola into her glass. Maria’s hand shifted over as Annamaria’s grasped the can as she poured.
Maria peered down at the cuffs that they shared, annoyed with the leash. “Any chance we can take these off? I mean, where am I going to go?” She motioned to the rest of the airplane. “Besides, I’m gonna have to go to the bathroom sooner or later.”
The glass descended from the agent’s lips as she too looked down at the shared ‘jewelry.’ “We’ll see,” is all she said. She smiled a weak smile and leaned her chair back, closing her eyes, only to be disturbed once more by Tina the stewardess once again.
“Would you like a pillow or blanket?” the ever-smiling woman stated with genuine enthusiasm.
Ms. Fuentes opened up only one eye to peer up at the ever-cheerful airline employee, then slowly opened the other. “Um, yea, two blankets, two pillows, and then, I need you to leave us alone, okay?”
The smile faded slightly from the friendly stewardess’ lips, but understood her job to serve the passengers. She reached above them both an opened the overhead compartment. Pushing aside the three bags already there, she pulled out the pillows and blankets, politely handing them to the two ladies.
Maria, though a criminal, was taught not to be rude to anyone, that everyone that should be treated with respect for what they do. She smiled back the uniformed woman, mouthing ‘Thank you’ silently from her lips. The beaming smile returned to the standing woman, tilting her head slightly, mouthing a soundless ‘you’re welcome’ in return.
The cabin of the 737 dimmed as the late night flight lent itself to sleep. Maria stared out the window as her captor tried to get comfortable in the coach seat. She could only imagine what would happen to her when she returned to Cuba. Maria cringed as she thought about the unhealthy future she faced, being placed in prison, summarily beaten as punishment. She figured soldiers would be waiting for her at the airport, and that this agent would hand her over and just leave. Maria needed to escape this tragic future reality.
Her premonitional trance was broken as her traveling ‘companion’ yawned, stretching her arms over her head. Ms. Fuentes was unaware of the gaze of her captive, as Maria’s eyes traced over her. The short black leather jacket lay in the empty seat between them, allowing Agent Fuentes to get more comfortable. Maria stared at the attractive yet stone face.
‘Hmm,’ she said to herself, ‘we almost could be sisters.’ She quietly leaned forward to get a better look at her. ‘Granted, she’s wearing makeup, and I’m not, but we’re quite similar. ‘Wish she was the one going back to Cuba, instead of me.’
Maria leaned back and stared once again out the window, out into the empty darkness. The moon reflected off the ocean below, but the thought of Agent Fuentes going to Cuba instead of her echoed through her head. Then, it struck her.
‘What have I got to lose?’ she asked herself. Her head turned quickly back to Ms. Fuentes, who had now turned her head to face Maria, but only to get more comfortable. An evil smile crossed her lips as she stared at the government agent. ‘I’ve got to somehow switch places with this, this, bitch! I’m going to jail anyway, they’ll probably kill me, I’ve got nothing to lose.’
She sized up her opponent, her eyes scrutinizing the agent she would attempt to become. She admired the crisp white blouse she wore, the top two buttons left undone, revealing a chain with a silver locket. Glancing downward she noticed the gray flannel skirt that hugged her thighs, which slowly crept up as she shifted in her seat, failing to get comfortable. Those same legs were covered in smoky black hose, but were quite covered up thanks to the fabulous black knee boots of leather. Maria thought to herself ‘Not very bureau-ish, but definitely nice.’
Quickly thoughts raced through her head, devising a plan to make this far-fetched idea a reality. It took only moments for her polite yet criminal mind to gather her ideas, a malevolent smile crossing her pursed lips. She breathed in deeply, letting out a settling exhale before slightly touching the arm of her attached future self.
“Agent Fuentes?” she spoke softly, not wanting any other passengers, especially any flight attendants from hearing her.
The half sleeping officer cracked her eyes open, unable to sleep due to the uncomfortable positions. “What?” she said grumpily.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” Maria said with believability. Annamaria rolled her eyes and attempted to stand up, only to be restrained by the cuffs they shared. She stared at the metal rings, contemplating their removal. Maria saw this hesitation and quickly inserted, “Where’m I gonna go?” as she quickly motioned to the plane traveling 30,000 feet above sea level.
Agent Fuentes begrudgingly nodded before pulling a small set of keys from her leather jacket that was on the seat. She undid the cuffs, tossing them onto the jacket. The sleepy agent then stood up wobbly in her high heels as the plane rocked from some turbulence. She stepped into the aisle, holding the can of soda with one hand, waving her other, palm up, as to guide Maria from her seat by the window.
Maria rubbed her newly freed wrist as she sidestepped her way out between the seats, reaching the aisle. Peering forward, then backward, she turned to the rear of the plane, headed to bathroom. The INS agent’s eyes followed her captive down the narrow aisle. Breaking her stare, she looked around and saw no other passengers were behind them, an observation that didn’t escape Maria.
Maria reached the small bathroom, and smiled back at the woman still standing in the aisle watching her, before stepping into the small room. She turned on the light and locked the door. She looked at her reflection in the mirror convincing herself that she could pull this off. Perhaps she didn’t look exactly like Ms. Fuentes, but they were the same size, she just had to find, or make, the right opportunity to make the switch.
Finishing her business, she quietly opened the door to the stall, sticking her head outward towards the front of the jet. Agent Fuentes had sat back down, the back of her head just visible over the top of the seat. Silently stepping out, she entered the flight attendants area in the back of the plane. She had little time as she heard someone approaching. Quickly she slipped back into the restroom, as two stewardesses’s entered the curtained area. Maria left the door slightly ajar to listen to their conversation.
“That woman in the back is such a bitch!” the blonde who had helped them earlier whispered loudly to her male counterpart.
“Where? Who?” he asked.
Without pointing or looking back into the main cabin, she said, “the last row of passengers, she got a blanket draped over her legs.”
“Forget about her,” he responded, peering up the aisle, seeing the dark hair and the blanket protruding out the side. “Say, I have a passenger in 11f that could use a little something to relax, to get some sleep. Do you have anything?”
“Here,” the woman replied, pulling out her bag from under the counter. She opened a small vial, ready to pour out the contents. “Give me your hand...” The young man extended his hand, as she dispensed two tablets into it. “Wait, is he getting off in Miami, or continuing onto Havana?”
“No, he’s getting off in Miami,” he softly replied.
“Is he a big guy?”
“Yea, pretty big, why?’
“Better just give him one, even if he is big. These are pretty potent, and if he’s getting off in Miami, well, we’ll want to be able to wake him.” Suddenly the plane rocked again from a moment of turbulence, causing the two stewards to reach for the counter to keep from falling. The open hand failed to close quickly enough, allowing the two pills to fall to the floor.
“Shit,” the man stated, looking down on the floor for the two pills. They each hunched down, finding only one of the white capsules.
“Forget it, you only need one anyway, we’ll find the other sooner or later. Go give’em that one.” They both regained their feet, and made their way out of the tiny galley. Maria quietly slid out of the bathroom again, this time on her knees. Her hands slid back and forth over the speckled blue carpet. After a few sweeps, she came across the abandoned pill, the first step to Maria’s freedom. Stuffing it into her pocket, she quietly stood and made her way back to her seat.
Agent Fuentes opened her eyes again and looked up over her shoulder at her returning prisoner. She was about to stand up when Maria realized that she needed Ms. Fuentes against the window, not along the aisle. “Say, why don’t you take the window...”
“What do you mean?” Annamaria responded.
“Look, you’re obviously tired, you can’t get comfortable over here on the aisle. Sit by the window, you can take the pillow and lean against the wall.” The tired agent looked to her right, secretly admiring the window seat for its comfort. Maria could see her plan was enticing, she proceeded to dispense of any remaining fears. “Once again, where am I gonna go? We’re landing in Miami first right? How are you going to sleep through that?”
Agent Fuentes shrugged her shoulders and quietly agreed to the logic, stepping in, away from the aisle. Maria smiled and slipped into the aisle seat, warm from Annamaria’s body. Ms. Fuentes opened the seat back counter of the seat between them, placing the cans of soda on top. She draped the small blanket over her legs, clutching the top with her hands under her pert breasts. Smiling a fake smile at Maria, she closed her eyes, stuffing the small airline pillow between her ear and the wall. Maria quietly waited.
About twenty minutes later she leaned forward, looking intently at her half asleep captor. She never opened her eyes as Maria slipped her right hand into the inside pocket of the leather jacket that lay between them. Deftly she pulled out the small leather wallet that for sure carried Agent Annamaria Fuentes’ identification. The real Annamaria never stirred as Maria flipped it open to see the ID hidden inside. She quickly glanced at the details.
‘INS Agent: Annamaria Fuentes. 5' 6" tall, 128 pounds.’ Maria said, reading off the vitals in her head. ‘Hmm, I’m actually three inches taller than her, must be those heels.’ she said as she peered down at the tall black leather boots. Her eyes drifted up to realize their torso’s were very similar in length, ‘her legs must be shorter than mine. Hmm, I’m curious...” Maria leaned over as if to pick up something she dropped. She peeked at the bottom of the boot that dangled from the agent’s crossed leg. ‘Seven! We’re both the same shoe size at least.’
As she sat back up, Tina, the stewardess from earlier drifted down the aisle again, heading towards them. She silently motioned to the supposedly empty coke cans on the counter, which Maria politely handed to the stewardess. She smiled and proceeded to the back of the plane’s galley.
Maria followed the flight attendant with her eyes as she disappeared from view behind the short curtain. Her attention was drawn forward again as the ‘sleeping’ woman grumbled. Maria quickly stuffed the stolen ID into her left pocket of her baggy pants.
“Where the fuck’s my coke?” she snapped groggily.
“I thought you were done?” Maria answered innocently.
“Well I wasn’t, bitch,” the agent snapped.
“Look, wait here, I’ll get you another, she just went to the back.” Maria stood up, only to have her right wrist squeezed by the seated officer. Maria looked down at the left hand that held her, and she quickly noted the lack of any rings on her wedding finger. She lifted her gaze, extending her left thumb backward as she said, “Look, she just went back there, I’ll get you another one.”
Ms. Fuentes released her grip, albeit slowly, allowing Maria to proceed to the back. Her hand firmly gripping the stolen ID in her left pocket, she pulled aside the curtain with her right hand to enter the small airplane kitchen. “Excuse me,” she said half startling the stewardess.
“Yes?” the young woman replied.
It was now or never for Maria, this is where the transformation would start. She pulled out her left hand, the leather wallet in her grip. “I’m Agent Fuentes of the INS,” Maria said, as she flashed the INS identification, her thumb precisely covering half of the photograph. “I’m wondering if you can help me?”
“Oh, Agent...” the flight attendant responded with genuine awe, “what can I do for you?”
“Well,” Maria said, holding back her relief and joy from passing the first test, “I’m transporting that woman back to Cuba, the rude one you saw me sitting with...”
“Really?”
“Yea,” she said with an official tone. “See,” Maria said, extending her arm, exposing her wrist, “the handcuffs really irritate my skin, so I took them off of us.” As she talked, the more confident her demeanor became. “Anyway, I was wondering if you had anything to, well, put her to sleep for the few hours until we get to Havana?”
“Um,” the nervous attendant muttered, “I have some sleeping pills, one should be enough, and two would knock her out pretty good...”
“You’d better give me two, it would probably be best for everyone on the plane, if you know what I mean.” Maria gave the young woman a confident and reassuring smile, putting her at ease. The flight attendant pulled out her bag once more, once again producing the small vial Maria had seen from the small bathroom.
She gave Maria, or rather Agent Fuentes, two small capsules, which she promptly placed in her pocket next to the ID badge. “By the way, could I have another Coke?” The blonde nodded quickly, grabbing another soda from the small refrigerator. “Oh, one last thing, I think it would be best if you just left us alone for the rest of the flight. I mean, the prisoner could get quite unreasonable, if you know what I mean.”
The young flight attendant fully understood what was being said, and appeared relieved that she could avoid the pair the rest of the flight. Smiling the whole time, she swiftly produced a plastic glass with ice.
“Thank you,” Maria said reassuringly. The young woman went forward, out past the curtain, leaving the agent imposter alone in the galley. Quickly Maria pulled the three capsules from her pocket; the two she just received, the other discovered on the floor earlier. Breaking them apart, she emptied their contents into the plastic cup, over the ice. Popping the top of the soda, she smoothly poured the soda over the powder-covered ice, making it dissolve, making it undetectable. Making sure the stolen ID was securely in her pocket, she stepped out from behind the curtain, back into the main aisle.
Agent Fuentes opened her shuteyes once more when Maria returned. “‘Bout time...” she bitched, sitting back up. She took the glass and downed the full amount. “Hmmm, tastes funny...” she said, wiping her tongue over her lips.
“Probably the ice,” Maria inserted, as she slid her rear back into the narrow airline seat. She smiled softly on the outside, but a huge grin on the inside, as Annamaria poured herself another glass, drinking half.
They sat there quietly, Maria reading the airline magazine that was stuffed in the seat pocket in front of her, Annamaria drifting off to slumber land against the window. They would be arriving in Miami in a couple of hours, so Maria had time working against her. The dim lights of the cabin would help hide her forthcoming actions, actions to finally take what she had set out to do.
Peering over at her captor, Maria studied the breathing of Agent Fuentes. The sleeping beauty’s rhythmic breaths suggested a deep sleep. Maria gently touched the woman’s hand, but she made no movement. Convinced that Ms. Fuentes was completely unaware, Maria stood up quietly, opening the overhead compartment, removing the carry on bag of Agent Fuentes.
Carefully closing the compartment again, she stealth fully went back to the bathroom in the back of the plane. Closing the door, she enthusiastically opened the black bag, revealing the contents. She was startled to discover, stuffed in the outside pocket, was a small pocketknife. ‘I guess, as a U.S. agent, they’re allowed to carry a knife on board,’ she said to herself. Opening the main compartment, she found the personal ID’s; drivers’ license, passport, wallet. She opened the passport, studying the black and white picture that was there. Maria knew she needed to alter the image if she was going to pull this off.
Digging further, she found the essentials necessary for an overnight stay; toiletries, toothpaste, nail polish bag, a sleeveless red knit turtleneck, and a pair of panties and matching bra. She held up the soft red silk bra in her hands, relishing the soft, luxurious feel of the garment. Deftly she picked up the matching red thong, when the urge overtook her.
Without wasting a moment, she shed her unkempt pullover, unbuttoning her pants, letting them fall to the ground in the small bathroom, all the while as she kicked off her shoes. She watched herself in the tiny mirror as she gracefully removed her tired white cotton bra. Her breasts bounced free from the restrictive garment. Without hesitation, she yanked off her ripped panties, leaving her naked at 30,000 feet.
With devious delight she slowly stepped into the red silk panties, pulling them methodically up her smooth legs. Passing her hips, she nestled her private parts into the sling of feathery fabric. She felt her derriere sliced in half, finding comfort in her tight buttocks. She proudly smiled as she thought of the gym membership she attained, with false identification, that allowed her to stay in fit shape.
After turning around several times to catch a glimpse of her flawless ass in the small airplane mirror, she picked up the matching bra. The front clasp eased the application around her breasts. The Victoria Secret wonderbra caused her chest to lift, creating cleavage she never realized she could have. Maria felt energized; the sexy lingerie affording such empowerment that she had never felt.
Maria didn’t spend as much time gazing at her bosom, she knew that time was counting down and she had a lot to do yet. She quickly slipped back into her pants, leaving the underwear on the ground. She did the same with her old bra, but instead of putting on her old shirt, she decided to wear the red sleeveless turtleneck. Careful not to stretch the neck, she gently pulled it over her head, and over her ample chest. She marveled at how it accentuated her God-given assets.
Maria slipped the agent’s passport into her pocket, knowing she needed to address this issue next. Stuffing her old undergarments into the carry on bag, she stepped out of the bathroom, and back into the aisle.
Gazing over, she realized Agent Fuentes hadn’t moved a muscle; the pills had done their work. Maria sashayed over to her seat again, no one the wiser to what had just occurred, or what was about to. Before sitting back down, she opened the overhead compartment again and retrieved her own small bag of items. As she was on her way back to Cuba, and then off to a tiny, isolated jail cell, she had no need for many things.
Maria placed Annamaria’s bag on the ground at her feet as she sat down. Before she lowered the seat table in front of her, she retrieved the agent’s pocketknife from the bag. Checking around once again for any prying eyes, she took out her passport, as well agent Annamaria Fuentes’. She quietly opened the small knife, and began to slice back and forth behind her picture. With care she slowly separated her picture from the page, until it flopped slightly aside. Noticing no apparent damage to the photo, she proceeded to perform the delicate surgery on the other passport.
Shortly thereafter the second picture was free. Neither showed any damage, both free from their original pages. She then unzipped the bag containing the nail polish, hoping to find what she needed. A wave of delight swept over her as she found a small tube of super glue inside; she had used glue like this to repair her own nails in the past, and was glad to see the person who she was about to become had done the same. Carefully she ran glue around the edge of each picture, placing them in the appropriate spot, but not in their original passport. The glue provided little scent, indecernable to anyone a few feet away, and in this case, the only one who could have smelled it, was out cold.
She pressed the two passports together, allowing the glue to set, becoming permanent. She opened the passport of Agent Annamaria Fuentes, and was greeted by her own beautiful face; she couldn’t help but squeeze her thighs together in excitement, feeling the patch of fine silk in her crotch.
She slipped the passports bag into their original bags, the leather carry on now belonging to the woman sitting in the aisle, the woman who is now Annamaria Fuentes. She sat back momentarily to enjoy the moment, but knew she needed to do more. She looked down at herself; she loved the tight turtleneck, but they were too nice for the sloppy pants she wore. She glanced over at the sleeping woman next to her, the only thing visible were her fabulous black leather boots peeking out the bottom of the blanket covering her. She knew what she had to do.
She was about to slide down, as if to pick something up, when once again a pocket of turbulence shook the plane. Maria froze, uncertain if the jolt would awake the sleeping form; to her delight she remained motionless. With newfound enthusiasm, she proceeded, knowing that whatever she would do, albeit carefully, would not wake the real Annamaria.
She slid over a seat, moving the leather jacket on which the cuffs lay over to the aisle seat, not paying much attention to the weight inside the jacket Gazing over the seat tops in the dim light to check for any oncoming flight attendants, she bent over at the waist. Her limber body had no problem with the bend, her arms free to go to work. Deftly she ran her arms down the unconscious woman’s leg, down to her left boot. Holding one side, she softly unzipped the inside, revealing more hose covered leg. Lifting the foot, she rocked the soft leather off Annamaria’s heel.
She lifted back up, once again searching for any onlookers; none were to be found. She examined the perfect boot; she admired the four-inch heel, she could smell the newness of the leather. She confirmed their size, which was actually a half-size larger than her foot. She smiled an evil smile. Placing it between her legs, she once again bent over, performing the same disrobing of the agent’s right foot. She kept the limp boots at her ankles, as she knew the next maneuver would definitely tax her strength.
While her eyes stayed forward, her right hand slid under the extended blanket, behind the waist of the sleeping beauty. With calculated movements she undid the top clasp of the gray flannel skirt, followed by the slow, downward zip. If anyone had walked by, no one could see what was happening under the blue fiber of the blanket.
With soft, strong force, she forced the skirt downward, under the blanket. She looked around again before she stood up to gain leverage. Firmly she lifted the limp body slightly, allowing the skirt freer movement under the nylon covered thighs. Soon, after a few moments of struggle, the skirt slipped to the ground, around the agent’s ankles. She wished she could have stopped there, but she knew she needed the pantyhose too. Her legs wouldn’t look right naked under the skirt at this time of year.
Once again she sat down, looking forward as she did. She snaked her hand behind the waistband of the tight pantyhose. She knew this would be harder than the skirt, but she had to continue. She pressed the sheer nylons down as her hand cupped the warm derriere of the passed out Ms. Fuentes. She arose once more to slightly lift the lifeless body. With more difficulty than with the skirt, she finally managed to get it down onto her soft thighs, allowing Annamaria’s naked rear to sit back down of the cloth airline seat. The blanket shifted, revealing a nude hip, but now one was there to see.
Maria fixed the blanket, covering any nakedness back up. She folded downward again, this time peeling the smoky hose over the motionless knees, and down off the ankles and feet. She gathered up the nylons and the skirt together and stuffed them into the black leather carry on she now possessed, followed by the boots.
Content with her actions, she hopped over one seat again, pushing the weighty jacket back between them. She looked up the aisle and the blond flight attendant was making her way back to the rear of the plane. As she neared, Maria glanced over at her captive. She just covered Annamaria’s naked feet in time as the stewardess passed, smiling at Maria with an all-knowing smile.
Maria nearly burst out in a giggle knowing what she had just accomplished. Now she had to complete her final transformation. She stood up, and pulled the carry on bag over her shoulder, and went to the back of the plane. She was about to enter the small bathroom again when an idea struck her. She peeked her head back behind the galley curtain.
“Excuse me again,” she said politely, not wanting to startle the fight attendant. “Would you have any clear packing tape and a scissors I can borrow?”
The blonde stewardess didn’t even blink; knowing already that this was Annamaria Fuentes, United States Immigration agent. Without hesitation she unlocked a drawer in the cupboard, retrieving wide, clear packing tape. “Here you go, we use it for broken suitcases and the like. It has to clear as per the FFA. Now, about those scissors...” The helpful attendant knelt down to dig through the drawer as a lascivious smile crossed Maria’s lips. “Ah! Here we go...”
The cold, black-handled scissors were firmly in Maria’s hands as she said thank you and entered the bathroom. If she had had more room in the small bathroom, she would have danced. Placing the bag on the small counter, she wasted no time in dropping her tired pants to the floor. Kicking off her shoes again, she put the seat down on the stainless steel toilet, and sat down. She felt the cold plastic on her nearly naked ass, the thong never touching anything.
She reached into the new bag and pulled out the warm wrinkled nylons. With care she pulled them straight, stretching them in all their luxury. Carefully she worked the smoky sheen up her left leg, stopping at her calf to work it up her right. Systematically she pulled it up over her knees, pulling it taut, as she knew her legs were longer than the real Annamaria’s. She stood as she stretched them over her naked ass, the tightness causing her some excited arousal. She had never worn such expensive hose, and she knew she would never wear anything cheaper again.
Standing, she reached into the bag again and pulled out the gray flannel skirt. Finding the front, she stepped inside and pulled it up over her hips. She fit was snug but not unbearable, the thong producing no panty lines on her curvaceous rear. She zipped it up and fastened it. She looked down and realized with her longer legs, the skirt rose higher than on the real Ms. Fuentes. On her it was just above the knee, but on Maria, it revealed an extra few inches. Maria laughed softly as she though to herself. ‘With this tight top and wonderbra, and the short skirt and high heels, the Cuban Army won’t even be looking at my face!”
She wasted no more time as she sat down and dug the black boots from the similarly black bag. She decided to wear her old socks inside the boots, figuring they would help make up for the half size difference that existed. After she zipped them up, she knew she was right.
The black leather hugged her curvy calves sexily, and she was excited. She reached into the bag again, pulling out the bag of toiletries from within. She removed a brush and started to brush out her hair, removing the knots that had accrued since her boarding. She applied the make-up she found, glossing her lips with a fantastic deep red lipstick. She brushed out her lashes after she lined them perfectly. When she was done, she replaced the items back in their bag, followed by the pants and top she had discarded before. She now had to dress the new Maria in her old clothes.
Her first real step was momentarily wobbly as she set out from the bathroom. The four-inch heels took a moment of adjustment. She made note of how things looked different from just a few inches taller; releasing a silent laugh as her whole life now had a different perspective. She carried the black leather bag over her shoulder, only to meet the flight attendant once more, in the middle of the aisle.
“Excuse me,” the friendly airline employee asked, “If I may, I was just curious, what do you need the tape for?” Her innocent eyes had no idea what was really occurring right in front of her.
“Oh, well,” Maria replied, “you see, Ms. Cruz over there, my prisoner, well, she may get a bit noisy and cause scene when we get back to Cuba, so I wanted to cover her mouth with some tape.” She saw that the attendant was a little startled by this, hopefully more from the projected violent nature of the criminal, than from the act of taping her mouth shut. Maria continued, “I didn’t want her to disturb ay of the other passengers, and being that the tape is clear, from a distance, you wouldn’t even see the tape.”
The stewardess seemed relieved and appeared to accept the reasoning behind the agent’s actions. She never realized that the true reason was to keep the real Annamaria Fuentes from exposing the truth. The stewardess smiled, then looked down at the now taller woman, noting the exceptional attire. Maria noticed the attendant’s scrutinization.
“I figured I’d better get changed before we landed in Havana, plus, with her sleeping, it was the best time,” Maria explained to the silent question.
“Well, you look very sharp,” the stewardess answered honestly, and with a smile, now having to look up thanks to the precarious heels Maria now wore.
Maria sat back down, once again placing the bag between the seats on the floor. She felt the smooth, silky hose rub against each other as she sat; they energized her thighs, and her thoughts. She looked over at the former Ms. Fuentes, and smirked as the half-naked woman still soundly slept. Suddenly the ‘fasten seatbelt’ sign lit up, as the captain’s voice came overhead.
“Attention passengers: We are on final approach into Miami International Airport. We ask that you put your tray tables back into the upright position and prepare for landing...”
Maria didn’t pay attention; she was too focused on what yet had to be completed. She knew it would be best if, when they landed, Annamaria, or rather, Maria Cruz, weren’t half naked. She pulled her old pants out from the black carry on. She gathered up each pant leg, until it was easy to see through to the floor. She was about to bend over to slip them onto ‘Maria’s’ legs when, once more, the blond stewardess approached. Quickly she stuffed the pants under the leather jacket on the seat between them.
The blond said nothing, not wanting to disturb the sleeping criminal; all she did was point to the empty soda can and the plastic glass with the half melted ice. Maria smiled and handed over the items, as she smiled and mouthed ‘Thank you’. Smiling back, she grabbed the garbage, and before leaving, motioned with her hands to put the tray back up. Maria obliged, clicking the tray back up; she smiled knowing that this just made it easier to redress her captive.
The lights of Miami were now visible through the small window, growing closer and closer to the bottom of the plane. Quickly Maria slid over to the middle seat as before, dropping the pants next to the new boots that adorned her feet. She could smell the new leather as she lifted each lifeless leg through the pants, then, under the blanket still, she pulled them up until she reached the seat. Reaching behind the old Ms. Fuentes back with one hand, she grabbed the waistband of the pants with both hands ad pulled up, slightly lifting the motionless form from the seat, allowing the pants to pass her hips, and sit correctly at her waist.
The plane began to hum loudly as the flaps extended, the landing gear lowered. The Miami lights whisked by the small window as the screech of the tires touched the ground. Maria calmly sat back in her seat, convinced no amount of noise would wake her alter ego.
The plane taxied on the ground, heading to the awaiting gate. He flight attendants scurried about, preparing for any one who would disembark at the Floridian city. With the organized chaos, Maria once again bent over, this time pushing the slighter smaller tennis shoes onto Annamaria’s naked feet. The new agent of the U.S. Immigration Service curled her nylon-covered toes in the tall leather boots at once causing sensations to felt all up and down her silky legs. She undid the laces, pulling them wide open to force in the sleeper’s feet. She snatched the bag of peanuts that sat in the seat pocket, tossing a few nuts into each shoe before applying them onto the naked feet. With a slight struggle she achieved her goal on each foot, tying them tightly, relishing in the fact that when the former agent would try to walk, she would feel major discomfort.
She sat back up, straightening the blanket again, showing no sign of what had just happened in the last hour. She knew she had a few things more to do, but those things shouldn’t take that long. She watched contently as a few passengers got off the plane, and couple others got on. She also noticed a few new flight attendants as well. The blond stewardess from earlier came back towards Maria, followed closely by an attractive redhead. They stopped in the aisle at her seat; a slight panic arose in Maria.
‘What if they know? Can I escape into the terminal?’ she said to herself before anyone could speak. The blond knelt over slightly toward Maria.
“Agent Fuentes?” the familiar flight attendant said in a whisper, “I wanted to introduce Randi, she’ll be the attendant that is continuing onto Havana. The rest of the crew and myself get off here in Miami.” A wave of relief flushed through the new Agent Fuentes, as the real one continued her deep sleep. Randi lightly waved as Maria flashed a smile and nodded.
“Thank you” Maria said softly, though she knew the reduction in volume was totally unnecessary.
“Well, have a good trip onto Havana,” the blond said before turning to leave, “Oh, and good luck with, well, you know...”
Maria nodded again, after following her glance towards the sleeping prisoner. Randi politely waved ‘see you later’ while Jessica waved a full ‘good bye’. Once again Maria was alone with her now evil old self.
Maria sat there quietly until the plane once again began to move. She didn’t wait until they were off the ground to pull out her old ‘Maria Cruz’ wallet from her old bag. She fingered through the ID’s that bore her old name, stopping at the driver’s license she had been able to acquire. She had gotten it several years ago, and the picture was slightly fuzzy after being accidentally washed a few times. She smiled at the old picture, as her hair was quite a bit shorter than what it is now. Continuing on, she located her newer gym identification card, one with longer hair wearing a black turtleneck.
The plane’s engines began to get louder as once again they began to move very fast and climb. The ground noise faded and the sound of the landing gear retracting ended the distraction. The captain’s voice came over the intercom but Maria hardly paid attention.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this is a direct flight to Havana, Cuba. We’ll be climbing to 22,000 feet, with an approximate flight time of 55 minutes. Sit back, relax, and we’ll be there before you know it...”
The captain’s voice drained on but Maria heard what she needed. ‘55 minutes. I should have enough time.’
Picking up the scissors, she quickly, and carefully, cut her likeness free from the gym ID. She then retrieved the Agent ID she now possessed, opening it up, and pulling it out from its clear pocket. She sized up the cut photo to the one of the real Annamaria Fuentes, trimming it down to slightly larger. Convinced of proper coverage, she reached into her black carry all again, opening up the make-up pouch, and pulling out the tube of super glue once more. Placing a small dot on the image of the real agent, she then set her image on top, fully overlapping the one underneath. As she let it sit on the tray table in front of her, she pulled out the clear packing tape she had retrieved earlier.
Not wanting to call attention to herself, she quietly pulled the tape off the roll. Using the scissors, she cut a 5 inch long piece free, making sure not to leave any fingerprints in the stickyness. Then, with precise application, she bowed the tape as she laid it over the government ID. Gently she smoothed it out, assuring that there was no air bubbles caught underneath. After she was convinced of that, she rubbed hard, making the tape appear to be a coating of applied plastic. Using the scissors, she expertly trimmed away the excess tape. After rubbing the tape once more for good measure, she held up the ID; she was pleased. It now looked like her, and looked completely official.
She slipped it back into the clear sleeve of the wallet, once again checking the placement. She slipped it into the jacket, finally discovering why the there was so much weight to the short leather jacket. She picked up the jacket to slide the wallet inside, when a gun, in its shoulder holster, fell onto he seat. Staring at it momentarily, she forgot that an agent of the United States would be carrying a firearm. Gently she picked it up, placing the jacket on her lap over her silky legs.
She looked around before sliding the gun from the leather holster. She felt the weight in her hands. She hadn’t used a gun since the last time she was in Cuba, leading to the real reason she was being sent back. She cringed as she thought about the fate that would be awaiting Maria Cruz when she arrived in Havana, but then burst into a nearly uncontainable smile; She was Annamaria Fuentes now, that fate awaited the new Maria Cruz. Slipping the gun back safe inside the holster, she examined the straps, reassuring herself on how to wear the gun holder.
She placed the gun back on the seat, next to the handcuffs, covering both with the black leather jacket. She breathed in slowly and let out a heavy sigh. She looked at her fingers and realized that they were bare. The sleeping woman’s left hand had fallen free of the covers, revealing a nice silver watch, and ring on her middle finger. She deftly removed the watch, and reattached it to her own wrist. The ring wouldn’t budge, so she had an idea. She once again retrieved the make-up pouch, finding some hand lotion inside. She applied some to the finger, and with a little wiggling, it came free. She slid it onto her left hand, just like the real Annamaria had had it.
She did the same with the ring on the new Maria’s right hand, the lotion being necessary again. She reset the blanket, noticing the silver locket and small hoop earrings she still wore. In the dim light no one watched as she single-handedly removed the fine chain, and deftly removed the earrings.
Maria hadn’t worn earrings in a while and had to force them through the holes in her lobes. She winced slightly as the left resisted, but she had them in and there was no blood. Next, she opened the locket; inside she found an old picture of a little girl, perhaps being Annamaria herself. The new agent smiled as she pulled out the free magazine in the seat pocket, quickly turning the pages to find what she needed. She found what she was looking for in a Disney ad.
After finishing with the magazine, she placed it back into the seat pocket, only to see a manila folder stashed there in. Curious, she pulled it out to examine the contents, after putting the locket around her neck. It turned out to be files, files of the criminal Maria Cruz. She thumbed through he sheets there in, reading some things, finding some to wildly inaccurate, when a photograph caught her eye. It was a picture from when she was last in Cuba, one, like her driver’s license, showed much shorter hair. Then she turned her attention to the close-eyed prisoner when an evil idea came to her.
She fingered the scissors in her hands as she looked around, once again checking to see if anyone was watching; the coast was clear. Gathering Annamaria’s long locks in one hand like a ponytail, she began to cut the hair just above her fist. It took several squeezes, causing her hand to hurt, but soon the tail broke free, held in her left hand. She shook out the free hair before stuffing it into her new black bag. Placing the scissors down, she tussled up the short hair, giving it the appearance of being disheveled. She leaned back to get a good look at ‘herself’, a good look at the new Maria Cruz; it was done.
She was amazed how now the new Maria Cruz resembled the old one from the pictures. She couldn’t help but smile as she removed all the pictures of herself from Maria’s wallet, leaving only cards without pictures, and the driver’s license that Annamaria now resembled. She checked the newly doomed woman once more, convinced she had covered everything, when the overhead voice bellowed once again.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are in final approach to Havana International. We ask that you put your seat trays in the upright position...”
The new Annamaria began to breathe heavier; this was it. Calmly she stood up a moment, shaking her hands, running them through her hair, then straightening out her tight red top and smoothing out the gray flannel skirt. She sat back down, reaching underneath the jacket for the gun. With unexpected ease she slipped it over her shoulders, feeling the weight on her left side. She adjusted her body, but truthfully had a difficult time seeing the gun nestled underneath her Wonderbra chest. She smiled proudly.
The plane roared louder once again as the flaps extended, the landing gear reaching for the ground. She peeled off the blanket from the sleeping beauty, looking for anything she might have possibly missed. Finding nothing, she took the limp hands, binding them together with the cold handcuffs. She buttoned the top button of the pants, something she wasn’t able to do earlier. Satisfied, she took another piece of tape, about 8 inches long, and carefully pressed it over the new Maria’s mouth; she didn’t want her blabbing about anything.
The plane rumbled as the wheels touched down in the darkness of Havana. The airport was in stark contrast to the stopover of Miami. The brakes were applied; the plane began to slow down, finally achieving taxi speed towards the dim terminal.
Maria tried hard to control her breathing; this was it. She knew that soldiers would be waiting impatiently for Maria Cruz’s arrival, waiting to provide their own justice. She knew killing two soldiers would condemn her in their eyes, regardless if they were trying to rape her or not. The anger and disgust of those memories strangely calmed her, giving her ease at fooling the Cuban army, as well as putting this bitch in her place.
As the plane slowed some more, she stood, holding the gun against her side. She spread her heels apart to secure her balance and could feel cool air riding up her tight skirt, dancing up her silky legs; she closed her eyes briefly with pleasure. She reached down and grabbed the black leather jacket, slipping her sleeveless arms inside; it fit like a glove, just like everything else she has taken. Reaching inside the pocket, she removed the badge that said Agent Annamaria Fuentes, the one that now bore her picture. She decided to carry it as she had seen on so many American police shows; she folded it open, sliding the cover behind the waistband of the skirt, slightly off to the left. She smiled as she practiced moving the jacket off to the side to reveal her likeness.
The plane stopped as the few passengers began to arise and gather their things. Looking over at ‘Maria’, ‘Agent Fuentes’ turned and placed the tape and the scissors on the back counter of the galley behind the curtain. Quickly she stepped into the bathroom again, just to check her appearance. The higher heels almost pushed her out of view; she laughed.
“Agent Fuentes?” came a voice from the other side of the door. “The people are here for you...”
Maria Cruz froze, scared that she had been found out, scared that the army was there for her. She looked around, but in the small box of the bathroom, there was no escape; she slowly opened the door, her hand held in her jacket on the handle of the gun.
“Agent Fuentes? My name is Capitan Orosco, Cuban military,” came the voice from a fortyish year old man. The green fatigues he wore let everyone know who, and what, he was. “Do you have the prisoner?”
Agent Annamaria Fuentes flashed a smile of relief, as the captain and his two guards looked her up and down. She motioned to go back down the aisle, stopping at the row at which she was seated. The guards looked over at the still sleeping woman, and smiled.
“Do you have the paperwork?” Captain Orosco asked. The new Annamaria bent over, her ass in clear view of the soldiers who raised their eyebrows while they stared. She reached into the pocket of the seat and retrieved the file of Maria Cruz, murderess and thief, she handed it to him.
He opened the folder, looking at all the documents approvingly, and motioned to the guards to take hold of the prisoner.
“I believe this is yours?” the captain said, handing over an opened envelope from the file. The imposter took it, looking at the address on the front. Smiling, she placed it in the inside pocket of her jacket, revealing the gun she had strapped to her side. “I have to ask, what is with the tape?”
‘Annamaria’ looked over at the woman lying still against the airplane wall, and answered, “Well, she was quite loud before we got on the plane.” Maria was enjoying this. “She kept saying she was the agent, that I was the prisoner,” she rolled her eyes to imply that the woman was crazy.
“Loca, eh?” stated the captain, not looking for a response.
“Anyway, I didn’t want her disturbing passengers,” she added, as the guards jostled the woman up by the armpits. She groggily opened her eyes from the sudden jolt.
“Mmmmm,” the new Maria Cruz said, her eyes beginning to gain focus. “Mwha?” she mumbled in a startled tone, as her eyes grew real wide.
“Now, now, Miss Cruz,” Maria said with relish, “You knew where you were going.”
The real Annamaria looked up in astonishment at the woman standing before her. She recognized the leather jacket, and the boots that adorned Maria’s feet. She screamed through the tape on her lips. That is when she looked down at herself. She realized she was no longer wearing the clothes that she boarded the plane with. Her white blouse was the same, but now she wore dirty pants over her naked legs, she no longer felt the tight secure boots wrapped around her calves. She jerked head over to the woman standing there; the nylons and the new boots adorned this woman’s legs, not hers.
She jumped to her feet, startling the guards who fell backwards. She stood, only to cringe as the peanuts in her shoes pressed agonizingly into the soles of her feet, she grimaced through the tape, causing a look of mental imbalance. She leapt towards the imposter wearing her clothes, only to have her handcuffed arms get caught in the blanket that was looped through. As she stood, she felt really intimidated by the stature of the woman, and Maria could sense it. The four-inch heels made the new Agent Fuentes seven inches taller than the new Maria Cruz, and the high-heeled woman gained even more confidence from it.
The handcuffed woman took another difficult step towards the tall woman, but was met with a powerful smack across the face. The guards were surprised at the strength with which the American agent hit the Cuban captive. ‘Maria Cruz’ fell back onto the seat, shocked at what happened. The Communist captain did not wait for anything else to happen, he motioned to the guards.
The guards seized the short woman, dragging her out via her armpits, towards the door. Agent Fuentes gathered up her things, handing the small bag of Maria Cruz to the captain, who waited for her. The warm Havana air swooped up her skirt as she descended the exterior staircase outside the plane. The fresh air filled her lungs, as sensations coursed through her body. She took inventory of the things she had taken; the high-heels, the silky nylons, the tight skirt, the red turtleneck, the leather jacket, all these items made the blood race through her veins, she never felt more alive.
The guards were continuing to struggle with the bound woman when they reached the bottom of the staircase. Her mumbling became louder, when suddenly her clear voice pierced the Cuban darkness of the runway.
“Wait! I’m Agent Fuentes! I’m Agent Fuentes,” She wailed.
The guards stopped where they were, never releasing the prisoner from their grasp; they turned to face the Captain that followed. Maria, or rather Special Agent Annamaria Fuentes of the United States, stopped on the fourth step from the bottom, looking down at the small group at the bottom. They all looked up at her, the woman in anger, the men, in lust. Maria recognized the look in their eyes, just like a day she was almost raped; this time she would use it to her advantage.
Sexily she sauntered down the steps, carefully placing one foot in front of the other as if walking down a runway. She peeled back her jacket to show off her badge, as well as the gun securely fastened below her uplifted breast. They all stared, but for different reasons.
“She’s Maria Cruz! I’m Fuentes!” screamed the bound ex-agent. The peanuts in her shoes were hurting her feet tremendously; she rocked them back and forth looking for the right stance to avoid pain. To everyone else, she appeared nervous and hysterical. “Look at her passport! Look at it!”
The booted woman strode over to the graying Captain, grabbing the bag she had handed him earlier. Fishing through its contents, she produced the wallet that was previously hers, but which now belonged to the screaming lunatic. She methodically showed the passport to the Hispanic leader, who grabbed the passport from the agent.
He walked over to the restrained woman, stood in front of her, and turned the passport towards her, his hand covering the name, but revealing the face. “This is you, no?”
Relieved with the site of herself, she calmly said, “Yes,” as she nodded, releasing a big sigh.
“Well, says here that you are Maria Cruz,” the Captain said, revealing the name to the suddenly more frantic woman. She tugged at the guards holding her, suddenly breaking free with all her might. She tumbled to the ground, landing at the feet of the person wearing her new boots. The guards quickly regained their grip, lifting her to her knees.
Her jaw dropped as she saw the badge that hung from the imposter’s waist. It was her name, but the picture was that of the woman who stole her clothes. Incensed, she leapt up, only to be thrown back down onto her back away from U.S. agent.
“I’m sorry Ms. Fuentes,” the captain said, giving the guards a disgusted look.
“It’s alright, she just realizes the true trouble she’s in.” Maria stared down with an evil grin, in complete contrast to the mouth of horror that the woman on the ground wore. “I know you guys will, ahem, treat her the way she deserves.” The Annamaria could hardly contain her giggle.
“Wait! Wait!” screamed the woman in handcuffs, as the guards picked her up by her armpits again, this time with less care. “The locket! The locket around her neck!”
Captain Orosco grew tired of these outbursts, yelling, “Halt!” to the guards as they dragged their captive away. The prisoner thought she had gained the chance to prove her story.
“Check the locket!” she screamed again. “Inside is an old picture of me, when I was little, it was from my mother!”
The neck of Orosco grew red with anger, and was about to slap her as Maria had done earlier, but his hand was halted, held back by the soft hand of Annamaria Fuentes. “Hold on Captain,” she whispered. She took a few sexy steps forward, stopping a few inches away from the restrained female. She pushed the jacket opening aside with both hands as she placed them on her flannel-covered hips. Staring down at her accuser, she reached up with both hands, holding the locket with one, prying it open with the other.
The guards huffed when they saw the picture, and started to drag away the shocked prisoner. Maria smiled another evil smile, a smile of victory. Captain Orosco came over, as she still held the locket in her hand. With a friendly gesture, he gently lifted the chain away from her red chest, getting a closer view of the opened locket.
“El gato, muy bien” he said, with a smile. He released the silver chain after he closed up the locket, allowing it to softly bounce on her taut turtleneck. Maria smiled a polite smile and nodded a ‘Thank you’. Somewhere on the plane behind her was a magazine with a small picture of a cat missing in its pages. She smiled.
The screams of the former Annamaria Fuentes could be heard, even when muffled by the she was stuffed into the back of a military truck. The Captain smiled at the U.S. agent Annamaria Fuentes; content they had Maria Cruz in custody. “She will bother no one any longer with her lies. She will...pay, for her crimes.”
The new Annamaria smiled an all-knowing smile, convinced the new Maria Cruz would never be heard from again.
“Miss Fuentes, let me escort you to the plane for your departure.” The Hispanic gentleman gestured with his arm towards another plane already near with the removable staircase pressed against its side. “I thank you for bringing another fugitive of Cuban justice into our custody.”
Special Agent Annamaria Fuentes crossed her silky legs, allowing her luscious black leather boot to dangle off the ground. She relaxed into the back of the seat as the airplane started to climb, leaving Havana International Airport behind. She removed the holster from her side, placing into the black carry on bag she just recently ‘acquired’. She just gazed out the window with a satisfied smile permanently ensconced on her lips.
Soon the stewardess had brought her a drink, this time a soothing gin & tonic, giving her a warm feeling inside; she rubbed her thighs together playfully. She released her seatbelt, causing her to push aside the front of her jacket; this is when she noticed the envelope in her inside jacket pocket. Taking a sip of her drink once more, she placed down the plastic cup, and then examined the opened envelope. She read the front.
‘Miss Annamaria Fuentes’ she said with a grin, enjoying the sound of her new name. She reached in with her delicate fingers and withdrew the papers from within. She noticed a ticket from Miami to Madrid, Spain, leaving in the morning, in just a few hours. She smiled as she stuffed the ticket into the inside pocket of the jacket. Examining further, she unfolded a letter, and began to read.
‘Miss Fuentes, I regret to inform you of you father’s passing...’ she read to herself. Her eyes darted back and forth down the page from the Spanish attorney. ‘As the sole remaining heir, you are scheduled to receive the entire estate of Senor Angel Fuentes, an estate totaling 1.28 million American dollars’.
The new Miss Fuentes’ smile grew wide, knowing she was now free, and wealthy. The stewardess brought her another drink, taking away the empty plastic glass. She was now truly warm all over, the second drink only adding to it. She sighed deeply, and dreamed about her new life. She never could have possibly imagined that the flight that took her from her new found freedoms in America, which also was supposed to bring her to certain doom, would end up a flight that provided the ultimate freedom; freedom flight from her past. She closed her eyes and smiled.
I wonder are there any other stories like this?